- Pronouns
- He/Him
Slimy_Froggy
Patron
Deceased
Deceased
Name: Ghurra Clawheart
Nickname/Alias: Clawheart Greylings call him Bloodbrother. Some call him Trader.
Age: 38
Lenght: 4 feet
Gender: Male
Race: Greyling
Build: thin and fragile, disfigured with a giant head and brow
Hair: a few
Eyes: blood-red
Skin: Dark greyish
Tattoos/Scars: none
Distinguishing Features: He's disfigured and awfully ugly. He talks in a weird accent, for he cannot pronounce certain words in common language and is not familiar with its grammar. He never says 'thank you'. He will rather say: You are good or he will become enthusiastic, start clapping his hands, cackles and shouts "rha! yes!" To thank you, he would want to trade something with you to thank you for what you've given to him.
Traits or Blessings: His instinctual behavior, which turns out to be both blessing and curse.
Physical Flaws: He is fragile and will easily get bruised if you hit him, nevertheless he is not afraid to fight. He attacks when he feels aggressive, this is caused by his instinctual behavior. He cannot stand bright sunlight if he hasn't put mushroomgoo on his skin.
Physical Qualities: He is agile and fast, can climb very well and sees well in the dark
Clothes: Just some short rags as trousers.
Hygiene: cares not for hygiene. He stinks of rotten Halflingmeat from his mouth, sweat from his body, mushroom and mossy goo from underneath his nails.
Voice: sometimes it's sweet and driveling, sometimes it's evil and nasty.
Family Heritage: He came from a very large greyling clan, who waged wars for Queen Grief.
Object(s) owned of sentimental value: Bones that his family used to keep with them for good luck.
Worships: nobody, a first class heretic
Disabilities/Illnesses: cannot pronounce certain words in common language. Gets frustrated easily.
Intelligence Level: High, a cunning little creep
Known Languages: Greyling and common
Title: Used to be slave, now he got his tribe's title: Clawheart
Political alignment: None, he obeys only his tribe's leader Dratoz.
Sexuality: Frustrated, not many greyling girls around!
Marital Status: Not married, obviously.
Personality: He is a very sweet and seemingly naive greyling, but when he gets frustrated, he gets aggressive. In his aggression he attacks and rages, throws stuff, bangs the floor and walls, he becomes a real beast. But when he's not frustrated, he's kind and tries to trade with people. People will think he's cute, but he's cunning and gets his hands on shinies, richies and fishes this way, without really working for it. He likes to make fun with- and of people. He is easily pleased and cackles at the slightest funny thing, which makes some people feel awkward sometimes.
Fears/Insecurities/Phobias: He fears to become a slave again or to be send out for war by Queen Grief. He fears her minions, the demons, for they can command him. When meeting a demon, he shows no fear and tries to obey the demon, but in his heart he is scared to death.
Short Term Goals: To integrate with the other greylings after the sounding of the Gong and to find richies, shinies and food. In other words: to keep himself alive.
Long Term Goals: To find the graves of his old clanmembers
Alignment: chaotic good, he means it all well, but he can loose control over his instinctual behavior and hurt people without knowing it.
Profession: None
Hometown: The caverns near gipsy camp.
Current Home(s): Riddleport's Greyling Sanctuary.
Favorite:
Color: Red and Green
Food/drinks: Mushrooms, fish, halflingsesmeat!
Animal: fish!
Activity: exploring caverns for shinies and food
Person: Dratoz, his leader.
Least Favorite:
Color: yellow
Food/drinks: anything cooked
Animal: sheep
Activity: going up the surface to cut wood
Persons: Queen Grief, Tavish the demon, Silveria the inquisitor student
Backstory:
Ghurra was part of the giant Greyling tribes that Queen Grief brought into being. He lived in a tribe of over 300 greylings. Needless to say, there was a certain hierarchy in this tribe. Ghurra happened to be at the very bottom of this hierarchy, he was a slave. His family were slaves too, they lived in a separate enclosed part of the caverns, with the other slave-clans. This tribe roamed the tunnels of subterranean Altera, living in caverns and grotto's. One day, the tribe was called by Queen Grief, she came to them herself. She entered the cavern at the slave-quarters, where she brutally massacred half of the slaves, but thankfully not the family of Ghurra. She told the greyling-chief that these slaves were weak and pathetic, she was disappointed. Yet, she called upon the tribe to fight for her once again <This was during the exodus>. All the Greylings left to fight for Queen Grief and they left the surviving weak slaves behind to hide them from Queen Grief. With all the guards gone, there were a few Greylings who saw their chance fit to escape the tribe and try to find another clan. Ghurra left along with some of his clan-members, but his parents were afraid of leaving and did not come along.
Once free, Ghurra went his own way and found a nice grotto with an entrance high in a mountain. He could oversee the whole area at night and was able to keep himself alive without living in a group, for this cavern was holding many mushrooms and outside there was a lake with fish. He must have lived there for over 4 years when suddenly he heard an amazingly loud noise. *boooooing!* *booooing!* *boing!* He felt like something was calling for him and ran towards where he knew the sound must have came from, he followed his instincts. He ran during night, and when the day came and the sun was blazing on his skin, he hid in hollow trees or dark places. After a few days of running, he lost a lot of weight and gotten very hungry, but he reached his goal. He met a few greylings, who were standing near a giant gong. One of the greylings spoke to him in his own language. "You have come for The Sounding of The Gong, have you not?" Ghurra nodded and was then interrogated so that the other greylings knew that this greyling was fit for what they called him for. Ghurra was then accepted into the Clawheart Tribe and was assigned a spot in a cavern to live. This was the first time he was treated kindly by a tribe-leader and he loved this feeling. He began to develop a certain fondness of the tribe-leader Dratoz and vowed in secret to follow him where-ever Dratoz would go. Ghurra was grateful and so, he gave Dratoz what Dratoz wanted: a hug. Which was hard for Ghurra to do, because it made him feel weird. But now he's getting used to that!
-End of Backstory-
